Xiang Yi breathed painfully, as if he could hear his lungs wailing with every gasp.
His body, no stronger than that of a healthy, ordinary man, was on the verge of complete collapse after non-stop, high-intensity exertion and repeated injuries.
His vision was completely blurred, but he could at least still make out the Laser Rifle that had just slipped from his grasp.
Amidst the dust kicked up by the collapsing building, Shi Tie had already caught the scent of blood and began to close in on Xiang Yi.
But from within the dust cloud.
An orange-red laser beam suddenly shot out.
The torrent of energy instantly tore through Shi Tie's grotesquely thick left arm, precisely severing it at the point where the black stone was embedded.
The black stone and severed arm fell to the ground, and the stone once again looked like an ordinary rock.
Xiang Yi clutched his head with one hand and leaned on a nearby piece of rubble, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
